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Having passed through the green-house, her courage for a moment forsook

her, when she opened the door of the library; and, perhaps, the shade,

which evening and the foliage of the trees near the s threw across

the roo that

apart spoke of her father There was an arm

chair, in which he used to sit; she shrunk when she observed it, for

she had so often seen him seated there, and the idea of him rose so

distinctly to her mind, that she almost fancied she saw him before her

But she checked the illusions of a disteh she

could not subdue a certain degree of ahich now led with her

emotions She walked slowly to the chair, and seated herself in it;

there was a reading-desk before it, on which lay a book open, as it

had been left by her father It was soh to exae,

she i before his

departure froes from this

his favourite author

The circue, wept, and looked again To her the book appeared

sacred and invaluable, and she would not have e, which he had left open, for the treasures of the Indies Still